Page 48 of Princessa
The man was literally rocking my world in the most perfect, only-in-my-dreams, way.
Grayson’s hands traveled to my breasts, first palming, then kneading, massaging until my body arched in response. Lost in his touch, I didn’t realize we’d stopped kissing until his mouth claimed one of my nipples—warm tongue circling, teeth softly nipping, until it was a hard, little pebble.
Losing control, I let out a hum, “Grayson.”My hands gripped the sheets, as his talented mouth took a methodical cruise all the way down to the lace fabric covering my essence.
Hands sliding to my hips, Grayson slipped off the only piece of clothing I had on, leaving me naked, exposed, and wet.
His eyes raked over me, like a fine-toothed comb, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Bella, you’re like a dream come true,” he rasped, before his head was buried between my thighs, his mouth breathing hot against my arousal.
Eyes closed, I lay there, vulnerable to his touch, my hands gripping the headboard, bracing myself for the sexual ride I so eagerly signed up for.
Slowly, his tongue slid down and up my wet folds, my hips bucking like I was a rodeo queen, Grayson’s mouth my prized bull.
“Grayson,” I cried out, breathless, when his tongue flicked my clit.
“Fuck, you taste as sweet as I imagined,” he said.
Well, at least that’s what I think he said. At that point, I was dead, on my way to heaven as he licked, sucked, and sensually made out with my clit.
Then it came—I came—the beautiful and sensual orgasm sending a wave of indescribable pleasure through my body, rocking me from head to toe. It was like an out-of-body experience. Easily addictive. One I wanted to repeat over and over again.
Grayson got to his feet, removed his sweatpants, his cock standing at full attention. God, he was thick and even though I was a little nervous about what was next, I longed to feel his girth inside me.
Settled between my legs,Prince Delectable,kissed me deeply then whispered, “You look sexy when you come, baby.”
I giggled. “Didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“Before you, neither did I.”
The next several minutes were a blur, my hands rubbing his shoulders as he ground his crotch into me. I kept wondering if I’d have all the right moves as we made love, wondering if I’d have another orgasm, if I’d be enough to get him off.
“I want you, Bella, and promise to take it slow, make sure you’re comfortable.”
“C-condom?” I stammered, remembering he’d never had sex without one.
“No. I want to feel you. You’re not the only one who’ll have a new experience tonight.”
Okay, not the best time to swoon or pass out, but I swear I almost did.
“You ready, baby?”
I nodded, because if I’d voiced my readiness, he would have heard the quiver in my voice.
As the tip of his swollen cock was waiting at my entrance, I felt like Grayson was about to enter the gateway to my soul.
